This girl stood tall in front of a group of enemies, with a fierce face and a proud body, and without opening her mouth, she had already informed everyone present with this fierce momentum:

"You are all younger brothers, take your life!"

She is only about 1.4 meters tall, and she can barely make up 1.5 meters on tiptoe, and her body looks as thin as a child, but when she looks closely, she is extremely strong. The muscles on her arms were like entangled steel bars, and it was impossible for a very young martial artist to have such a strong and strong arm. The baggy skirt she was wearing, and the shabby little vest, fluttered gently in the forest breeze, and her athlete-level core muscles floated on her dress from time to time, as if her fists weren't enough to show off her strength.

His long hair was loosely tied up with a string, and the two uncoordinated horns on his head were branched out to the sides, and the shape of his head was neither like the antlers of a deer nor like the horns of a ram's horn. Do you see the threads coiled around that corner like the rings of an ancient tree? It was really a pair of monster horns.

As folklorists say, "The horn is the embodiment of man's fear of ghosts."

The light of the red moon flickered in her eyes, turning into a murderous aura like a physical entity, stabbing into the hearts of everyone in front of her. Anyone standing before her, strong or weak, should be afraid of her, and not just because she would punch them and eat their livers.

It's because she's the fear itself.

She glanced at the challengers of "this time", feeling their fighting intent and fear slowly ferment in the air thick enough to suffocate, but she did not rush to ignite it. She first grabbed her big wine gourd hanging on her belt unhurriedly, took a big sip on her neck, wiped her mouth again, exhaled a stomach of wine, and shouted:

"My name is Ibuki Suika, and I am the strongest person in the ghost clan, who is here, can you dare to fight with me?"

This voice roared down, and the pride shook the sky, and the bamboo leaves in the forest were all moved. The moment her voice passed by, everyone unconsciously squinted their eyes. When the voice passed, it disappeared into the depths of the bamboo forest, and no one took her battle cry. The people present were all strong people, and they were not stunned by this roar, they froze in place, their expressions were blank, and their mouths were tightly closed, just because they were intimidated, and there was no other reason.

It's like lightning streaking across the sky, and thunder ringing through the sky, and no one will look sideways.

In a second, two seconds, the ghost girl named Ibuki Suika bowed her head slightly, sighed lightly, and said in a slightly disappointed tone:

"Didn't you?"

At this time, Catherine got up from the ground, patted twice the black clay sticking to her white dress, and bowed gracefully to Cuixiang, and said in a slow but firm tone like a medieval aristocratic duel:

"I, the tenth of the fifteen 'Ancients', Katherine Pagos of the Bloodline, challenge you, Miss Ibuki Sanka of the Oni Clan. ”

"Oh, that's you!"

Focusing on Catherine, who was closest to her, she glanced up and down, and sighed in a little surprise:

"I clearly broke your heart with my 'power', and after a while, you stood up again......! Vampires, what are you capable of?"

"A few small tricks, not enough. Catherine said to herself with a straight face, "It's you, you crushed my heart in the air, and I haven't been able to understand the mystery until now." ”

"Hahaha!"

Hearing this, Cuixiang, who was still as majestic as a fierce god, laughed a few times with some embarrassment, scratched his head twice, and said spicily:

"I can't talk about 'mysteries' or anything, it's just a skill that I have cultivated over the years, and I can freely manipulate the 'sparseness' and 'secret' of things. For example, making yourself 'thin', turning into a cloud of smoke, or making your heart 'dense' all of a sudden, shrinking into a small ball in your chest and then blowing it up under the pressure comes from this little 'skill'. ”

Legend has it that ghosts are not good at lying, and when it comes to this Ibuki Suika, let alone lying, she can't even keep the most basic secrets, and she casually shakes off her stunts. This takes care of her enemies, so that those who have fallen can die clearly, and those who have not fallen can take fewer detours. However, after listening to her words, Catherine's face was not necessarily good-looking.

"Why ...... if you have such a skill," Catherine said in a low voice, "why don't you use the same method against me in the first place and destroy all of us at once?"

Strictly speaking, except for Yuyuko, a dead person she can't kill, everyone else, Suika can use the method of knocking down Catherine to do it with one blow. Remotely manipulating the density and pinching the heart, this trick is completely unsolvable, there is no way to hide, there is no way to prevent it.

"Isn't that boring?" replied with a smile, "and ......"

"Why do you want to use shady tricks when you can easily solve problems with violence?"

Before the words fell, Ibuki Suika stepped directly in front of Catherine in two steps, and punched Catherine in the abdomen with a clenched fist. Without thinking, Catherine used her abilities to construct an invisible "invalidation stance" that hindered Suika's fist.

Like all murder weapons aimed at Catherine, the fist slowed down in extreme proximity to her, as if the halfway videotape had been forcibly slowed down and put into slow-motion mode. The only difference is that all other types of murder weapons, throwing knives, bullets, beams, and magic, end up completely stopping, landing, or dissipating.

But this fist was different, it didn't stop, it was still moving forward, slowly, but firmly, towards Catherine's soft belly. Catherine had already used her abilities to the limit, she even completely emptied the defense of her side and back, and concentrated all her strength in that small area of her abdomen, just to defend against this fist, but she just couldn't do it.

Every time she took away a bit of power from this fist, Suika would add another two points of strength. The stalemate between the two is like two pipes inserted into the same pool, one filling with water and the other pumping continuously. As it stands, the one that fills the water is much thicker than the one that is pumped, so it's only a matter of time before the pool is filled.

Ten centimeters, then five centimeters, the closer Suika's fist came to Catherine's body, the stronger the obstacles it encountered, and correspondingly, the more force she poured into her fist to maintain the momentum of her progress. Eventually, the skin on the surface of her five fingers began to peel off in pieces, revealing pink muscles. It was a precursor to her body beginning to crumble, and it meant that even the forces that supported her body to continue its existence had been eroded by Catherine. However, even at this point, the punch still doesn't stop, it just can't stop.

"This guy...... What the hell is going on!"

Catherine bit her lower lip, blood running down her jaw and beads of sweat resting on the tip of her chin.

"This kind of power ......," she cried out in her heart, "this unreasonable brute force, even I can't completely eliminate it!"

Limited, Catherine's ability to erase is, without a doubt, its own limits. Although she was given enough time, she could dissipate no amount of energy, but if she concentrated it in an instant and poured it on her, she couldn't completely eliminate it. Not to mention, the limit of this Ibuki Suika's power, Catherine has not explored so far.

This guy doesn't seem to have any limits at all.

One centimeter, this is the last little distance left between Suika's fist and Catherine's abdomen at this moment. Catherine knew in her heart that the time was coming. It wouldn't be too hard for her to admit it – after all, who could remain undefeated forever?

She was just deeply touched.

At that moment, she thought of many things, she remembered the magic and stratagery of the "first" vampire, she remembered her creator and lover, she thought of Nalan Twilight and Flandoro. All the faces that came to her mind, she summed it up, had one thing in common:

That is, brute force alone, none of them could reach the heels of the ghost girl in front of them.

"I told you," said Suika, with a triumphant smile and a fierce look on her face, "I can solve this problem with violence!"

In the face of her declaration of victory, Catherine only said lightly:

"What a monster ......"

In the next moment, she took the initiative to remove the line of defense in her abdomen, which was destined to be lost. Cui Xiang's fist took the immeasurable force that she couldn't exhaust with all her strength, and it slammed into her belly quickly, accurately, and fiercely.

This epic, spear-and-shield battle lasted as long as a century in the spiritual world of the two, but in reality, it only lasted a few seconds. In a matter of seconds, the winner was clear, and the loser was the shield that never seemed to break, Catherine Pagos. She could feel the wind pressure behind her, she could see the high-speed retreat, and then her consciousness gradually blurred until ......

A pair of sturdy arms, which were not expected by her at all, caught her steadily and hugged her in a warm and reassuring embrace.

"Whew—it's finally time to catch up!"

The clear voice of the young man was very familiar, but her mind was a little drowsy, and she didn't remember who it was for a while.